Dear Valentine, Come away with me. If I had a day with you and you only, I would enjoy the simple things. The things that, in the end, when time steals the rest away, are the only things we'll remember. I would paddle you across a still lake in a rowboat and read poetry to you until you fall asleep and I would never ever think about the hours.
Dear Valentine, If I had one day with you and you only...I would admire every line of your face, every strand of your hair...every graceful movement of your hands or your eyes or your body. If I had one perfect day...Don't you see? My heart beats only for you.
Dear Valentine. These are the things I remember of my love. A warm hand, your warm breath. Your warm mouth. Your arms around mine. I remember feeling safe, cease-less. Like one person. The two of us still, at rest, entwined. I remember how I felt the first time I kissed you. It felt like, the high dive. What do you remember? How will I ever know what was inside your heart? Where did they go? All the things we think and feel but don't say.
Dear Valentine, These are the things I never told you. These are the things I need you to know. That I loved you always. And my love was so big, it lives still after you're gone. I'd like to tell you that I would do it differently. That if I had one more day I would do everything right. But I know that isn't true. I'd make all the same mistakes. That is except one. I wouldn't say goodbye.